Текст песни Johnny Connors - Christy Moore
My
name
is
Johnny
Connors
I
am
a
traveling
man
My
people
have
been
traveling
since
time
it
first
began
With
my
horse
and
covered
wagon
and
my
family
by
my
side
Grazing
the
long
acre,
I
traveled
far
and
wide
I
met
Bridie
Maughan
my
sweet
wife
on
a
fair
day
in
Rathkeale
She
was
the
finest
traveling
girl
that
ever
wore
a
shawl
We
worked
the
tin
around
Galway
on
up
to
Ballinasloe
For
a
traveler
with
a
horse
to
sell
it
was
the
place
to
go
We
sold
the
old
linoleum,
swapped
carpets
for
old
pine
But
as
the
years
passed
on,
the
traveling
life
got
harder
all
the
time
Where
have
all
the
halting
places
gone
all
them
friendly
doors
Where
we'd
haul
spring
water
from
the
well
and
sell
paper
flowers
Now
it's
guards
and
jailers
and
JCB's
to
roll
big
boulders
in
Temporary
dwellings
are
prohibited
Innocent
little
traveling
children
lost
out
on
them
streets
Sons
and
Daughters
on
the
wine
and
lying
round
me
feet
As
they
try
to
dull
the
hurt
and
pain
the
rejection
that's
imposed
Travelers
are
not
wanted
here
but
there's
no
place
left
to
go
My
name
is
Johnny
Connors
I
am
a
traveling
man
I've
taken
everything
that's
been
thrown
at
me
Now
it's
time
to
make
a
stand
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